[Too $hort]First we got the crackThen we got the gatsThen they changed all the lawsIt was a set upLockin all the young homies upGettin 'em all shot dead in the streetsStraight set up

I remember when the world went crazyCrack cocaine, hit the streets in the 80'sRight before the crack they was smokin fatThey called it freebase and rich folks did that (that's right)It's all good, but nobody in the hoodput powder in water and cooked it, they never would (naw)A white boy did it, showed niggaz how to get itThe rich man's high got the ghetto addictedIt used to be expensive, fuck that ten shitTurnin out cute little bitches that was innocentFive years later, she to' up from the flo' up (be-itch)Niggaz used to kiss her, now the bitch smell like throw-up(hoe) What? I'm tellin the truthThe man had a plan that was killin the youthYou can smoke it, or sell it, if you choose you loseIt was a set up, got everybody singin the bluesThey gave you the crack to start flippin your sackYou makin your money, it's sittin in stacks (yeah)You bought you some gats, for niggaz who jackPut a 50 in the crib, motherfucker bag that (nigga what?)Somebody died, you're goin to warYou got a lot of straps and you want some moreYou in the little leagues, AK's from the Middle EastGuns and coke, you wanna get a piece?It was a set up, that's what the O.G.'s sayI heard Rick got his dope from the CIAA new kind of baller out in sunny Los AngelesBenzes, houses, young niggaz havin thisOakland got a taste and all over the placeDetroit to Miami they was rollin caseDown to I-75, whatchu need in AtlantaWhite Christmas, a bag full of dope like Santa

(Whatchu need homey whatchu need?) It was a set up(I got whatchu need baby, I got whatever you need)(You got the money? I got the llello)

Don't look in his eyes, use your automatic weaponsShoot in the crowd and keep steppin (that's yo' ass)Read about it later, wrong nigga got hitShot a gangster in the leg, but you killed a little kidNow where in the fuck did the guns come from?They used to put 'em up and say you want some?Now you get shot, makin all that loud noise (nigga)Have your pistol on your side like the cowboys (beotch)Cause you can make a lot of money when you sellin dopeSell your soul to the devil, say to hell with the PopeAt the Benz dealer (yea I want that one) spend a hundred thousand cashYou feelin like a hoe, money comin out your assIn a way, it's not your faultYou stupid as fuck, that's why you got caughtYou never get out, and I'm still amazedYou shoulda opened up a biz and bought some real estate(I'm havin money) Niggaz strapped like the militaryKnow how to cook it, package it and get it thereYou get paid? You coulda been a CPAWhen you weigh that yay, tell the DEAIt ain't mine (it ain't mine) I don't wanna do no timeThey got the new laws havin niggaz snitchin and lyinCause what we do y'all we gotta get our own hustleI'm cool on the coke, I don't want no trouble (fuck that)I got a felony (one strike) I was caught in a bustGot probation, they can't stop us (unstoppable)I got two gat cases and I still ain't been to jailThey caught my little homey on the hill and made him tellHe told about the murders and the whole operation (shit)I feel like the slave, on a plantationNow I'm stuck in here, and don't wanna stayI wish I was a kid so I could go out and play